Beyond the stars, there lays bound a beauty…
Enshrouded in wallowing and darkly glimmering mystery.
That void we feel is of more than longing and reprobation,
It is of impassion and regret…we are unfulfilled in our contorted longings,
We are empty beyond fathomable expression, in our conflictions.
Suicide seems to be the only soluble solution, venue or mechanism for escape
… Embrace the emptiness, feel the darkness,
And welcome the waning negation shrouded in nihilism.

Love tears at more than the heart,
As heartache is inexpressibly and harrowingly wallowing…
It eats at the very febricity, the narrowing spirit…so,
Yea I say: the insufferable torment is without reprieve and reprisal…
There is no end to this torment, there is no hell like this,
This is the lowest point, this is the place of bottomless perdition.
In assurance, I swear, in unsound and naked truth,
How verily, the caress of the darkest void is inescapable,
Once alone, always alone, and this is the unshelled truth.

If doomed from inheritance, one is doomed to eternity’s precipice…
Just when you think the pain can’t hurt any more,
It deepens so; and it takes your very breath and spiritual essence.
Thusly, leaving you coldly bewildered awash in discontent,
Asunder…under the palely ill-conceived diffusionism,
Of forlornly foreboding darkness, and of the cold ocean’s weight,
Encompassing you within its infinitely vast spectrum,
Of torments so unawakened; – in crushing defeatism.
The weight of the immeasurable, that is despairing infused darkness,
Entombed wholly, without remorse, forgiveness,
Redemptive liberation or momentous ceasing…
From the eternal forebodes of the abyss and her unreachable antithesis.